The duckling speaks for me...

Who is always watching? ...

 The Ninja Nail.

My poor thumb has to deal with me in times of boredom...

The Hunger Games

Trailer here.
Coming out March 23, 2012...

end of a short summer

Summer is adventures at dawn and dusk,
Summer is flowing dresses, large belts and straw hats,
Summer is chilly snacks,
Summer is digging bare toes into cool grass,
Summer is loosing track of time and direction,
Summer is reading books in trees and flowers in hair,
Summer is sketching and painting the days away,
Summer is wishes made and wished found,
Summer is cooled iced tea and refreshments galore,
Summer is life, summer is beautiful, and summer is ... gone ...?


I wrote this at the beginning of summer this year (The last line read "Summer is life, Summer is beautiful, Summer is here" at the time), and I thought it was suited for the end of summer as well. It does feel though, summer ended in August. The Washington Seattle area just didn't get a summer this year. The hottest it ever got was 85°F and that was only three or four days of it (spread throughout about two and a half months... I know - pity me). And with my own self and schedule (I was the weird summer student this year =P), I started my Senior year of high school at the beginning of August... so to all of you who have only just recently started school... I ignore you. =P No, not really. It was my choice, and I am glad that I did. It was probably the best summer of my life to do so too (I do not even live in Winter - only in Summer do I really feel alive).

Enough of rambling? Okee dokes. I have to fully wake up anyhow now.

See the life

Ten years ago, I had just waken up from a long night. My baby brother was just hours old - Born Five minutes before midnight on September 10th... I woke up that morning on September 11th, 2001, to the phone ringing, it was answered from across the hall. Not more then a minute had pass before I hear my dad rushing towards our old television, and hook up the crooked antenna to it. I sleepily crawl out of the sleeping bag I had spent most of the night in (I got to see the birth), and shuffled out to our living room. My mom was sitting on the couch, with little Timothy not even a full twelve hours old. The TV stuttered to life, and I slumped to the floor, next to my mothers feet. The TV showed a women reporter (I remember that), in front of a smoking construction site... Or so I thought. It then showed clips of the buildings falling... and the people that had so much desperation to get out that they would jumped to their deaths. My mom's hand covered my eyes, I turned my head to look at her. She was staring at the television, holding her new born, precious baby in one protective arm, tears running down her face. I was only eight, so I don't remember much, not sounds - Just the pictures, they linger in my memory to this day. And the look on my parents faces. And the way they tenderly held that baby - that held so much joy, love - and life in him - Even as it seemed the whole world fell around us.

And today? My friend (and peer) has enlisted in the US Army because of that day, my once little brother is now ten years old and I thank God for the life around me. That even when disaster strikes it's cold, cruel hand - God gives grace and mercy to us. God gives life, and death. But haven't you noticed, that when we see death, life is ten-times magnified in our lives?

Remember, don't forget. See the life.

911

Medium: Polyvore Design

Confessions of a scattered brain

Something I love... Summer mornings, the golden yellows and sparkling, silver dew

     

Something I dislike... Splinters, tiny ones, in my little toe.


Something that makes me giddy... Blindly walking through the dark house (I'm weird that way).

Something that makes me sad... Tripping on my (very old) sweet doggie in that dark hallway.


Something that terrifies me...swimming in lakes and oceans. I scare my self silly just imagining things. (I've very odd at times)

Something worthy of note... (*crickets sound*)


Something not... I stayed up very late last night reading this book titled The Trouble with Tulips... =P

Something done... Taught five-year-old sister how to trace the linoleum with a crayon and paper (yep - it was on my bucket list, between Skydiving and being kissed in the pouring rain)


Something in need... Writing to pen pals.


Something I want... this skirt =D

Something I need... Watercolor paper

Something I'm thankful for...

He sits down on a hill and sings. They are songs of magic, strong enough to wake the dead to life. Softly, cautiously, his song rises, then it grows louder and more insistent, until the turf opens up and the cold earth cracks.
-Tor Age Bringsværd